“So the wronged wife and Parker are both adamant that I look into private investigation, but I looked up the requirements and I don’t think I’ll be able to meet them. To work on my own, not for someone else.”
“Hmm.” He reached into his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes, a thoughtful look pulling his brows together. “Mind if I smoke?”
“Go ahead.”
He tapped the pack and shuffled a cigarette out, lighting it and blowing a lungful of smoke at the ceiling before speaking again. “Remind me what you majored in again?”
“Russian and Eurasian Studies.”
“Well, the major won’t do you much good for that, but I’m guessing you want to know if you can bank on your CIA experience to equal things out. You got money?”
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